In the afternoon, Ling Fan, with Xiao Chubing and Chen Ling, appeared at the entrance of Yun Xuan Auction Co., Ltd.
Vermilion Bird had other arrangements, so he did not come along.
"Ling Fan, are we really going to participate in the auction?" Xiao Chubing was somewhat fidgety.
Chen Ling also lacked confidence. Today's auction of the century-old brand 'Huang Laoji' was a major event. Although the ancient firm had faded from the market, its signboard still held some value.
Without ten billion, they couldn't hope to win the auction, and even selling off the entire Tianyun Company wouldn't cover a fraction of that amount.
"What's there to fear with me here!" Ling Fan sighed silently in his heart.
These two women lacked confidence. It seemed he would need to bring them out to bigger scenes more often in the future.
As Ling Fan walked towards the entrance, Xiao Chubing and Chen Ling exchanged glances and had no choice but to steel themselves and follow.
